 
Garbed in crude shadow she stands before me 
Pale like supple marble, a statue of purity 
Innocence even drifts from twixt her milky thighs 
A scent so sickly sweet a spell of dizziness arrives 
Taking away my breath I find myself upon the floor 
Staring up to heaven, her pearly gates and more 
Thrashed upon a bed of velvet crushed and needing air 
She pounces upon her prey like a plague this passion predator 
Her blank eyes stare through me, as with her lips she parts them wide 
Her fangs strike deep into my core, spewing for her my life 
Garbed in moistened crimson she sways above me 
Inebriated by my blood she breathes debauchery 
Caressing my chest with her fingers like sharpened knives 
Waning from my blood loss a spell of giddiness arrives 
Taking away my life I feel her lips upon my skin 
I stare up to the heavens to escape her eyes of sin 
Splashed upon her mouth I see the stains of scarlet gore 
She rolls her head towards the skies and parts her lips for more 
Her bare skin grinds upon me, as I writhe with a final rasp 
I know I'll die this moment, here in pestilence's pleasant grasp 
Even as she tears my throat and the room begins to turn 
Upside down and insides out I can see my stomach churn 
I still feel the wretched plague in my ebbing risen core 
I would give anything to hold her just for a second more 
And so now I've reached, the end of the line 
As she rakes her cold claws down my spine 
Pulling the cord, the light finally dies 
Plunged into darkness yet I still feel her eyes 
Through the ear-splitting silence I still hear her sighs 
Close my eyes and my mind as I reach my demise 
And her wicked laughter still spreads like disease 
Even in death my soul will never rest in peace
